Truly Fine Citizen - Moby Grape

He sits in his window and watches the people go by, make a chance to see him

Go for his laugh and for him is the rain plain kind, not for his table

His eyes they are burning, his feet ain’t going nowhere, he don’t care

He sits in his bookshop and tries to sell you a book, take a look

Think you better get along now, you just passed him by

He won’t be there for long now

You can tell all the family: move sweet on you

Two flaming soldiers, they won’t get down, they’re forced to be with a

Move sweet on you, move sweet on you

Come move sweet on you, come move sweet on you